SWDnovel Chapter 287 Tracks crush Japanese troops, attacking Japanese artillery positions.
Chapter 287 Tracks crush Japanese troops, attacking Japanese artillery positions.
Perhaps in his final moments, he didn't think of any glory, but rather of the innocent faces he had murdered.
More shells rained down, as densely as hail, landing on the Japanese positions and barracks in Huangkan Village.
"Boom!!!!!"
The deafening explosions continued, one after another, making it impossible to tell exactly how many there were.
The shockwave, like a raging beast, tore apart everything within its range—people, horses, and even trees were uprooted.
Soil, gravel, wood chips, and flesh mixed together, were thrown into the air, and then fell back down in a flurry.
Long Wenzhang roared from inside the armored command vehicle, his voice transmitted to every vehicle via radio.
"Kill them all!!! Leave no one alive!!!"
His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the area where artillery fire was raging, like an enraged lion.
The armored vehicle's engine roared to life, the accelerator floored, and dark red sparks spewed from the exhaust pipe.
The cramped cabin reeked of engine oil and sweat, and everyone's eyes were wide open, filled with murderous intent.
They were left with only one belief, simple and firm—to kill all these Japanese soldiers, leaving none alive!
Huangkan Village was home to a Japanese army battalion of about seven or eight hundred men, plus an anti-tank gun company.
The nearest Japanese troops could theoretically arrive to provide support in just half an hour.
However, nearly a third of these thousands of Japanese soldiers were killed or wounded in the shelling, leaving a trail of dead and wounded.
There weren't enough shelters, so many people had to lie in the trenches, their hands covering their heads, their bodies trembling like leaves.
When the shelling finally ended, the smoke hadn't even cleared yet, and the muzzles of the armored vehicles' cannons and guns were practically stuffed into their mouths.
Those steel behemoths burst out of the smoke and dust like monsters crawling out of hell, their headlights so bright they made it impossible to open one's eyes.
"Da da da da!!! Boom boom boom!!!"
The roar of machine guns and artillery was incessant, almost never stopping.
Before the Japanese soldiers stationed there could recover from the shock of the explosion, the steel tracks had already run over their bodies.
Those tracks were wide and heavy, each track plate like an iron hammer, smashing into people.
The force of tens of thousands of pounds, carrying the coldness and hardness of steel, and the fury of revenge, crushed down.
Some Japanese soldiers let out extremely shrill screams, sounds that didn't seem like human voices, but more like the howls of wild beasts.
Their legs were crushed, and the crisp sound of bones breaking echoed—crack, crack, like snapping dry branches.
Then came the muffled sound of muscle being crushed, and with a series of splattering sounds, flesh and blood were squeezed out from the gaps in the tracks.
Their bodies were crushed in half, with tracks and wheels leaving a horrifying mark on their abdomens.
The internal organs were crushed into pieces, and along with blood and flesh, they were ejected more than ten meters away, splattering on the faces and bodies of other soldiers.
Some Japanese soldiers didn't suffer much pain as the armored vehicle tracks ran directly over their heads.
His head shattered with a crash, like a watermelon being crushed, his brains splattering everywhere, leaving a pool of yellowish-white matter on the ground.
The yellowish-white substance was quickly covered by blood, turning into a dark red pool where it was impossible to distinguish what was what.
Some Japanese soldiers were injured by the shelling or hit by stray bullets and were struggling to climb on the ground.
Their fingers dug into the soil, and they dragged their broken bodies forward inch by inch, leaving a long trail of blood.
Some emitted faint screams, which grew softer and softer, like candles about to go out.
Until the roar of the armored vehicles came, the smoke was dispersed by the steel behemoths, and the tracks rose high, stomping down on them like horseshoes.
"No, I surrender! I know I was wrong!!!"
A young Japanese soldier threw down his gun, knelt on the ground, raised his hands above his head, and his face was covered in tears and snot.
"Please spare me!! I'm injured, please have some humanity!!!"
Another soldier, whose arm had been blown off, lay on the ground, waving a white cloth with his remaining hand, his voice hoarse.
They began to crave "humanitarianism" when they were about to be subjected to "inhumane treatment".
The only answers they received were the rolling tracks and the gunshots of the infantry that followed.
The gunshots were clean and crisp, without the slightest hesitation; every bullet carried hatred.
All the noise stopped abruptly, like a rooster whose throat had been choked, unable to crow anymore.
The Third Column had never known what a prisoner of war was.
On the Japanese artillery positions, soldiers were tensely using artillery to fight back.
The gunners, shirtless and drenched in sweat, frantically loaded, aimed, and fired, practically burning the gun barrels red-hot.
But at that moment, shells suddenly flew into their positions, landing with terrifying precision.
Those were self-propelled artillery pieces modified from armored vehicles, using short-barreled guns mounted on the chassis to continuously bombard Japanese positions while moving.
"Boom!!!"
The shells triggered a secondary explosion, and the densely stacked shell boxes spread the shockwave in all directions at the moment of the explosion.
The wooden ammunition boxes were blown to pieces, and the shells inside exploded one after another like firecrackers.
The Japanese artillerymen who were closer were torn apart by the shockwave in the blink of an eye, without even having time to scream.
Several cannons were even overturned, their barrels stuck in the mud, their wheels still spinning.
"BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!"
The shelling came in round after round, getting closer and closer, and becoming more and more accurate, like precision-guided artillery.
On the Japanese artillery positions, the hastily organized defenses had not yet taken shape when an even more piercing roar came.
It was motorcycles, and not just one or two, but dozens or even hundreds.
Machine guns were mounted on the sidecars of the motorcycles, their muzzles pointing forward and gleaming coldly.
"Da da da!!!!"
These motorcycles sped along, firing indiscriminately, creating a dense network of fire that covered the Japanese troops.
Machine gun bullets rained down like water, forcing the Japanese artillerymen to flee in panic, without even a chance to retaliate.
Meanwhile, the riders threw grenades to the side of the shell piles or the location of the artillery.
"Boom!!!!!"
Explosions continued, and flames and thick smoke shot into the sky.
These soldiers on motorcycles were like mechanized cavalry, with fierce firepower and swift movement, coming and going like the wind.
The Japanese defenses were as fragile as paper in front of them, and were torn to shreds in the blink of an eye, like strips of tattered cloth.
And it wasn't just this artillery position that was attacked.
Several Japanese artillery positions deployed north of Minshan Township were within range of these motorized infantrymen's attacks.
Those were self-propelled artillery pieces modified from armored vehicles, using short-barreled guns mounted on the chassis to continuously bombard Japanese positions while moving.
"Boom!!!"
The shells triggered a secondary explosion, and the densely stacked shell boxes spread the shockwave in all directions at the moment of the explosion.
The wooden ammunition boxes were blown to pieces, and the shells inside exploded one after another like firecrackers.
The Japanese artillerymen who were closer were torn apart by the shockwave in the blink of an eye, without even having time to scream.
Several cannons were even overturned, their barrels stuck in the mud, their wheels still spinning.
"BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!"
The shelling came in round after round, getting closer and closer, and becoming more and more accurate, like precision-guided artillery.
On the Japanese artillery positions, the hastily organized defenses had not yet taken shape when an even more piercing roar came.
It was motorcycles, and not just one or two, but dozens or even hundreds.
Machine guns were mounted on the sidecars of the motorcycles, their muzzles pointing forward and gleaming coldly.
"Da da da!!!!"
These motorcycles sped along, firing indiscriminately, creating a dense network of fire that covered the Japanese troops.
Machine gun bullets rained down like water, forcing the Japanese artillerymen to flee in panic, without even a chance to retaliate.
Meanwhile, the riders threw grenades to the side of the shell piles or the location of the artillery.
"Boom!!!!!"
Explosions continued, and flames and thick smoke shot into the sky.
These soldiers on motorcycles were like mechanized cavalry, with fierce firepower and swift movement, coming and going like the wind.
The Japanese defenses were as fragile as paper in front of them, and were torn to shreds in the blink of an eye, like strips of tattered cloth.
And it wasn't just this artillery position that was attacked.
Several Japanese artillery positions deployed north of Minshan Township were within range of these motorized infantrymen's attacks.
"Boom!!!"
The shells triggered a secondary explosion, and the densely stacked shell boxes spread the shockwave in all directions at the moment of the explosion.
The wooden ammunition boxes were blown to pieces, and the shells inside exploded one after another like firecrackers.
The Japanese artillerymen who were closer were torn apart by the shockwave in the blink of an eye, without even having time to scream.
Several cannons were even overturned, their barrels stuck in the mud, their wheels still spinning.
"BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!"
The shelling came in round after round, getting closer and closer, and becoming more and more accurate, like precision-guided artillery.
On the Japanese artillery positions, the hastily organized defenses had not yet taken shape when an even more piercing roar came.
It was motorcycles, and not just one or two, but dozens or even hundreds.
Machine guns were mounted on the sidecars of the motorcycles, their muzzles pointing forward and gleaming coldly.
"Da da da!!!!"
These motorcycles sped along, firing indiscriminately, creating a dense network of fire that covered the Japanese troops.
Machine gun bullets rained down like water, forcing the Japanese artillerymen to flee in panic, without even a chance to retaliate.
Meanwhile, the riders threw grenades to the side of the shell piles or the location of the artillery.
"Boom!!!!!"
Explosions continued, and flames and thick smoke shot into the sky.
These soldiers on motorcycles were like mechanized cavalry, with fierce firepower and swift movement, coming and going like the wind.
The Japanese defenses were as fragile as paper in front of them, and were torn to shreds in the blink of an eye, like strips of tattered cloth.
And it wasn't just this artillery position that was attacked.
Several Japanese artillery positions deployed north of Minshan Township were within range of these motorized infantrymen's attacks.
"Boom!!!"
The shells triggered a secondary explosion, and the densely stacked shell boxes spread the shockwave in all directions at the moment of the explosion.
The wooden ammunition boxes were blown to pieces, and the shells inside exploded one after another like firecrackers.
The Japanese artillerymen who were closer were torn apart by the shockwave in the blink of an eye, without even having time to scream.
Several cannons were even overturned, their barrels stuck in the mud, their wheels still spinning.
"BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!"
The shelling came in round after round, getting closer and closer, and becoming more and more accurate, like precision-guided artillery.
On the Japanese artillery positions, the hastily organized defenses had not yet taken shape when an even more piercing roar came.
It was motorcycles, and not just one or two, but dozens or even hundreds.
Machine guns were mounted on the sidecars of the motorcycles, their muzzles pointing forward and gleaming coldly.
"Da da da!!!!"
These motorcycles sped along, firing indiscriminately, creating a dense network of fire that covered the Japanese troops.
Machine gun bullets rained down like water, forcing the Japanese artillerymen to flee in panic, without even a chance to retaliate.
Meanwhile, the riders threw grenades to the side of the shell piles or the location of the artillery.
"Boom!!!!!"
Explosions continued, and flames and thick smoke shot into the sky.
These soldiers on motorcycles were like mechanized cavalry, with fierce firepower and swift movement, coming and going like the wind.
The Japanese defenses were as fragile as paper in front of them, and were torn to shreds in the blink of an eye, like strips of tattered cloth.
And it wasn't just this artillery position that was attacked.
Several Japanese artillery positions deployed north of Minshan Township were within range of these motorized infantrymen's attacks.
Those were self-propelled artillery pieces modified from armored vehicles, using short-barreled guns mounted on the chassis to continuously bombard Japanese positions while moving.
"Boom!!!"
The shells triggered a secondary explosion, and the densely stacked shell boxes spread the shockwave in all directions at the moment of the explosion.
The wooden ammunition boxes were blown to pieces, and the shells inside exploded one after another like firecrackers.
The Japanese artillerymen who were closer were torn apart by the shockwave in the blink of an eye, without even having time to scream.
Several cannons were even overturned, their barrels stuck in the mud, their wheels still spinning.
"BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!"
The shelling came in round after round, getting closer and closer, and becoming more and more accurate, like precision-guided artillery.
On the Japanese artillery positions, the hastily organized defenses had not yet taken shape when an even more piercing roar came.
It was motorcycles, and not just one or two, but dozens or even hundreds.
Machine guns were mounted on the sidecars of the motorcycles, their muzzles pointing forward and gleaming coldly.
"Da da da!!!!"
These motorcycles sped along, firing indiscriminately, creating a dense network of fire that covered the Japanese troops.
Machine gun bullets rained down like water, forcing the Japanese artillerymen to flee in panic, without even a chance to retaliate.
Meanwhile, the riders threw grenades to the side of the shell piles or the location of the artillery.
"Boom!!!!!"
Explosions continued, and flames and thick smoke shot into the sky.
These soldiers on motorcycles were like mechanized cavalry, with fierce firepower and swift movement, coming and going like the wind.
The Japanese defenses were as fragile as paper in front of them, and were torn to shreds in the blink of an eye, like strips of tattered cloth.
And it wasn't just this artillery position that was attacked.
Several Japanese artillery positions deployed north of Minshan Township were within range of these motorized infantrymen's attacks.
"Boom!!!"
The shells triggered a secondary explosion, and the densely stacked shell boxes spread the shockwave in all directions at the moment of the explosion.
The wooden ammunition boxes were blown to pieces, and the shells inside exploded one after another like firecrackers.
The Japanese artillerymen who were closer were torn apart by the shockwave in the blink of an eye, without even having time to scream.
Several cannons were even overturned, their barrels stuck in the mud, their wheels still spinning.
"BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!"
The shelling came in round after round, getting closer and closer, and becoming more and more accurate, like precision-guided artillery.
On the Japanese artillery positions, the hastily organized defenses had not yet taken shape when an even more piercing roar came.
It was motorcycles, and not just one or two, but dozens or even hundreds.
Machine guns were mounted on the sidecars of the motorcycles, their muzzles pointing forward and gleaming coldly.
"Da da da!!!!"
These motorcycles sped along, firing indiscriminately, creating a dense network of fire that covered the Japanese troops.
Machine gun bullets rained down like water, forcing the Japanese artillerymen to flee in panic, without even a chance to retaliate.
Meanwhile, the riders threw grenades to the side of the shell piles or the location of the artillery.
"Boom!!!!!"
Explosions continued, and flames and thick smoke shot into the sky.
These soldiers on motorcycles were like mechanized cavalry, with fierce firepower and swift movement, coming and going like the wind.
The Japanese defenses were as fragile as paper in front of them, and were torn to shreds in the blink of an eye, like strips of tattered cloth.
And it wasn't just this artillery position that was attacked.
Several Japanese artillery positions deployed north of Minshan Township were within range of these motorized infantrymen's attacks.